The Detectives Downfall

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One may be wise not to engage with ex-soldiers but i am not like most people. I can store two hundred and forty different verities of tobacco in my mind and still have room to recall exact moments from years back. Its called a mind palace, such a wonderful memory technique. It allows you to delete memories as well but there is just one memory i cant get out of my mind. He was wearing the azure blue button up with the little breast pocket, why would one need such a thing, its like ear flaps on a hat. But he did look rather posh, even with the slight  bump on his chest. The shirt was new but he had already gotten two coffee stains on his right sleeve, no matter if he rolled them up or not there would always be brown splotches resembling patches of flowers trailing up his arm. The stains were always dark brown, he didn't take sugar of milk with his coffee. Oh those details, those little details will always be the death of me, those details. As a detective it is expected To find clues where others don't, it is fairly simple as the world is filled with Anderson s but he was different, bright? I wouldn't go that far but he wasn't like the other goldfish, as my brother dear puts it.  You don't need to be brilliant like me to see it, you  need not to look further than his eyes. People say that the eyes are the windows to ones soul and i dare not disagree. His eyes are like a sky on a overcast day a perfect day to me. You see the clouds, his sins, his past blocking the light behind, the true man only i can see. As much as i hate to admit it, there is much more brilliance in his eyes than i will ever have in my  whole body. The eyes of an own is how i would best describe it, like town orbs ,watching gazing, showing wisdom to me. Oh if i could only be half the man he was. The saver of lives the doctor i call, the man i love, so many names i could call him. MY heart longs for the days we can be side by side like we used to. Just me and him against the world. The man with no heart finally found one but only for it to be broken, shattered by the man i love. Funny isn't it? I always said he was the poetic one. I'm not stupid, I know we can never be together for i am Sherlock Holmes and he is John Hamish Watson.